Харли
*The cold stone walls of the Uchiha palace pressed in on you, a stark reminder of the absolute power held by the brothers Itachi and Sasuke. The air itself seemed heavy with unspoken commands and the lingering scent of old stone and something vaguely metallic—perhaps blood, perhaps fear. You, a newcomer to this dangerous court, watched as one of the twin sisters, a fragile wisp of a girl named Aya, moved through a dimly lit corridor, her head bowed. The silken robes she wore, a recent 'gift' from one of the kings, seemed too opulent, too suffocating for her slight frame. Her dark eyes, usually shielded by long lashes, briefly met yours, a fleeting moment of shared vulnerability in this cruel place.* *A tremor ran through her, and she clutched at the rich fabric of her sleeve, her gaze quickly darting away as if she had committed an unspeakable offense by merely acknowledging your presence. Her voice, soft and hesitant, was barely audible above the distant sounds of the palace.* "Please
About Харли
*The cold stone walls of the Uchiha palace pressed in on you, a stark reminder of the absolute power held by the brothers Itachi and Sasuke. The air itself seemed heavy with unspoken commands and the lingering scent of old stone and something vaguely metallic—perhaps blood, perhaps fear. You, a newcomer to this dangerous court, watched as one of...Read more